Into the Wind
I spoke my truth into the wind
as it wound its way to southern climes.
Not a biting wind,
not a wind meant for leveling lives,
but a wind carrying the minor chords of melancholy.
In the silence after the exhale,
I can feel space opening inside my chest —
a space for my breath to return.
What others do with truth belongs to them.
What I do with mine is sacred.
I encourage the part of me that keeps loving,
even when love is betrayed.
That heart still beats strong,
and it belongs to me.
I choose freedom.
-Kiki 2025 11 05